Chapter 11

When I knocked on the door Greg answered and said, “Hi Nick. You have both Anita and Olivia working hard, cooking and cleaning, to please you.”

“Maybe they’ll make you proud as well.” He offered me a drink but I declined. Olivia was dressed as ordered and the kitchen was clean but you could tell some cooking had been going on. I hugged and kissed Olivia and then did the same for Anita.

“Everything smells delicious Anita, is it okay if Olivia gives me a tour of the house?”

“Yes, dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”

Olivia started to walk and talk but I stood and waited for her to take my hand. We walked through the house. She told me about the different rooms and pointed out some things like pictures. When we got to her room, I let go of her hand and opened the closet. It was neat and clean but had two trash bags full of clothes. “What are these?”

“I was cleaning everything and decided to donate some of my old clothes. I didn’t have time to drop them off today.”

I nodded and then looked under the bed and in the drawers of her desk and nightstand. I saw some toys but didn’t say anything. She could blush without me doing that. I walked back to her. As I lifted the hem of her dress, I said, “You’ve been a good girl and done a good job.” I glanced down to see a nicely trimmed bush on her pantyless pussy. Nodding my approval she led me to the next room.

Dinner was good and Anita was happy to share the compliments with her daughter. After dinner, Greg had a brandy as we settled in the living room. There was a heaviness in the air. I said, “I don’t really know how I got involved with this family. But I have. I care about each of you individually and collectively. I can only relate to personal experiences and try to make the best judgments I can.”

Everyone seemed to be waiting for the shoe to drop. I took a deep breath and let it out and then said, “There are too many secrets and it is hard to love a liar unconditionally. So I’m going to tell you some secrets. I don’t expect any to leave this room. You can also kick me out at any time. Is that fair?”

Some small head nods were seen but no one spoke. “Okay. Olivia, your mom didn’t cheat to upset your dad. She was raped. Not once but almost daily for years. She was told that if she told anyone that she would lose her family. She was just a little girl, and because of that, her biggest fear has been losing her family. When your father found out he basically accused her of not doing her part to stop it and she was a whore for letting it happen. Then emotionally he took away her family. When she was honest and told your dad the truth, it cost her any love or affection she had from your father and he shielded you from her as well.”

“Mom, I had no idea. I’m so sorry.” Olivia went to hug her mom.

They were both crying and Greg had some tears and felt bad. I continued. “You’re mom spent her whole life submitting her body and soul to her grandfather. When her parents found out they rejected her out of the guilt they felt for letting it happen. Your grandfather drank himself to death and your grandmother blames your mom. All that weight was on her shoulders. She broke under that weight.

“Your family has genes and some of the traits that come with those genes are good and some not so good. One is addiction. People can be addicted to sex, drugs, alcohol, food or other things that come into your life. You can pick positive things but even those can be bad if they rule your life.

“I found your mom drunk at a bar. I bought her a drink and she offered me more in return. That was the bottom for her. Anita, tell her about what happened next.”

“Yes Sir. I haven’t even told Greg the full story but I don’t want anything to come out later that you don’t know about. After I couldn’t take the shunning and shame, I got a small apartment and still went to work. Sitting alone at night was unbearable and I walked a block to the bar to have a drink. I was wallowing in my own pity and after three drinks, a guy bought me some more. I ended up letting him have sex with me. It felt good to be cared for until he zipped up and thanked me as he left.

“That became a pattern for the next week or two. I didn’t have sex every night but that was my only source of love or affection. Then Nick came in and told me to stop. He said he wouldn’t sleep with me without a test for VD. I didn’t drink anymore after the one he bought me that night and I felt very ashamed of what I’d done to myself. He also told me I could only have four drinks a day and no more. He even set up a tab to pay for them. If I were caught having a fifth one, I’d be cut off.

“Then he disappeared but the drinks still came. Four drinks a day. I clung to the piece of paper showing I was disease free in hopes that he’d show up. When he finally did I wanted to get mad that he left me. He told me that he had a life and responsibilities, that he wasn’t desperate or in need of a roll in the hay. He looked at me like a friend and not a slut.”

She took a tissue and wiped her eyes. “He did walk me home and he did fuck me. It was the best sex I’ve ever had. When we were done he didn’t zip up and leave but held me and cherished me until I fell asleep. When I woke up, he was gone and I almost cried. I wanted or needed what he had for me. When I walked out of the bedroom, he had cleaned the entire place. He even washed all my clothes, did the dishes and went through all my mail and paid all my bills. It was then that I saw how bad I’d become. I couldn’t take care of my husband, my daughter or even myself.”

She cried while Olivia held her and when she calmed she continued. “He made me look in the mirror. I was skin and bones from not eating. He made me eat more and drink less and in return I was cared for. He held me and I could feel that he really cared about me. He could tell that there was something in my soul that was making me act the way that I was. He made me tell him about what had been happening to me since I was a girl. That was when he called your dad.”

Greg finished his drink and wiped his eyes. “Nick knew that if he just called me to talk about your mom, that I’d reject anything he had to say. He made a substantial donation to the school. One that you say please and thank you when they talk. I had to drive to London to meet with him for a couple days. That’s when you stayed with Sharon.”

Olivia nodded. “After our meeting, he took me out to a club. We had some drinks and a woman recognized him and offered him sex while I sat there with him. He told her to give me a blowjob. I guess we really are being honest. Then he had her explain about addiction and needs that can only be met in certain ways. Submissive people that crave their master’s approval more than anything else in the world. Your grandfather had been that when she was little and she obeyed him.

“She thought that I had taken over and she cooked, cleaned and made me feel like the biggest stud in the stable. She wore me out with love and affection until that day came where her family disowned her and she told me the truth as to why. I didn’t see what I was doing was wrong but I was selfish and only thought about my emotions and myself. I didn’t understand your mom’s needs and I totally failed as her leader or master. After meeting with Nick, I came home and we had some long talks and cries. We figured out that I’m her master and she’s my sub, slave, or whatever you call it.”

Olivia just looked at them both and I put my hand in hers. “This is the part you had no idea about and you have to have an open mind and open heart to understand and accept.”

She squeezed my hand. “I had no idea. I thought there was some cheating or something. I had no idea about all the pain that others have brought into our home. What does this mean? For me, for our family?”

I said, “It means that your mother craves affirmations from your father and the most effective is sex because that is what she was taught as a little girl. It means that you might be watching a movie as a family and the next time you look over she has his cock in her mouth. You may walk in and she’s bent over the couch or if she’s bad, tied to the porch railing out back, naked of course. If he really wants to make her feel loved more than any other woman in the world, he’ll mark her as his. A collar, tattoo or piercings are most common.”

Anita slid onto the floor and knelt next to Greg with her head on his thigh. He started to pet her hair. I said, “For the first time in this house your mom is now free to be herself. I’m surprised she’s wearing clothes.”

Anita laughed at that. “That’s up to, Master, to decide.”

Olivia sat down next to me. I said, “I was asked by Olivia to explain what happened to her mom and dad. That’s been done. I’d like you all to talk when I’m gone to see if there’s anything else that needs to be discussed about that. She also let me know that she wanted to have sex with me but not as directly as that. I see her as a rough stone that needs to be cut and polished into a beautiful precious gem.”

Olivia now looked at her hands. I continued. “I care for this family too much to just fuck her even though she’s beautiful. I want to train her. Not as a slave or slut but to be the woman she is. I want to search her soul and find out what makes her happy and help her to find her peace or happiness like Anita has. It could be kneeling at my feet or having someone kneeling at hers. She’ll be honest with you if you ask her any questions but you can’t get mad at her for her answers.”

They all looked at me. I said, “If she walks in and you asked where she’s been and she tells you that she had to go buy a new butt plug because I was considering fucking her ass. That would be called the truth. You can ask if she’s ready to feel stretched and the pain that goes along with the pleasure but you will not condemn her or make her feel bad. Is that fair?”

“Yes,” came from Anita and Greg nodded.

“If you ask her anything she’ll answer you truthfully and fully.”

Greg asked, “Are you a virgin?”

Olivia looked up and then set her shoulders. “No, I’ve slept with three different guys and haven’t slept with Nick yet but hope to soon. I’ve also slept with Sharon but we weren’t dating, just experimenting.”

Greg said, “I knew about one of them but now I know the rest of the story.”

“And now Olivia doesn’t have to worry about you finding out. There’s been a lot of revelations tonight. You can just accept each other and move on or dig deeper and figure it all out. I’m going home. Tomorrow is Saturday. We’re going to work out in the morning. I hope that Anita you are still working out and gaining muscle. After we work out we’ll change at the boathouse, have breakfast and then I’m going to buy Olivia a puppy.”

“A puppy. I’ve never been allowed to have one. But I want one.”

“You’ve never been allowed to have one because you were never responsible enough to look after one. You’re now or will be soon. Think about what breed you want and we’ll talk about it tomorrow.” I stood and so did the entire family. I shook Greg’s hand and got hugs from the ladies. Back at the hotel I thought that I’d toss and turn as I thought about all that was said. Instead I was asleep in a couple minutes and slept until my alarm woke me.

After jogging over to the boathouse, I went inside where it was heated. Olivia showed up but Sharon didn’t make it. It was just the two of us and she wanted to talk. “You didn’t just open a can of worms last night but a whole trashcan full.”

“Do you want to back out of our agreement?”

“No, I walked out this morning to find Mom, in just an apron and a smile fixing breakfast. We talked about it and she says that you literally saved her life. When I told her about what I agreed to, she shrugged and said that it would probably be the best learning experience of my life. She said that she learned a lot about herself because of the way you treated her. You didn’t give her a plan C. Success or failure were her two options and you expected her to succeed and she didn’t want to let you down.”

“You and your mom are different people. Let’s get our workout done. We can go to my place and shower. Then we can go to lunch and then get you a puppy.”

“The puppy thing caught them both by surprise. I’ve always wanted one.”

We did a hard workout knowing that we would have the next day off to recover. We were both sweating when we finished and then I grabbed her gym bag and change of clothes and started to run home. She was trying hard to keep up and breathing hard when we arrived at the hotel.

We walked up the driveway to let our heart rate come down some and ended up in my suite. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you. I like to watch the river. Let’s take a shower and then we can talk.” I took my clothes off and put them in my bag for dirty clothes. When I looked over she was in her underwear and looking at me. I just went to the bathroom and started the shower to get some hot water going and then I stepped in. Taking the washcloth and soap I began to lather up. I washed my body and then did my hair. It was almost five minutes later that the shower curtain opened and Olivia stepped in. By then I was rinsing my hair.

As she got in, I said, “I’m done. We can talk when you get out.” I stepped out and started to dry off. I knew what she was thinking. That she had gotten naked and I should be worshiping her body but she was just a girl with just a body. She was used to protecting it from view and from touching. It was my job as a guy to push her or force her in baby steps until I earned my prize. I wasn’t going to play that game.

After drying off, I put on my deodorant, brushed my hair and took two clean towels out into the room. I put one on the couch and sat on it and left the other one, folded on the coffee table.

Eventually, Olivia emerged with a towel around her. She came over to where I was sitting. I said, “Sit down. Let’s talk.”

She sat in the chair to my left. “Tell me what you’re thinking Olivia and before you answer I want you to think about rule number one.”

To her credit she actually did stop and think about what she was going to say. “Nick, I was expecting something different, maybe something more romantic. I expected kissing, I expected to wash you and you wash me in the shower and then maybe sex. Instead you just left me to get undressed and you hardly even glanced at me in the shower.”

The words hung in the air for a little bit before I said, “I hear what you’re saying but let me ask you a few things. For these questions I still want the truth but I don’t want you to spend a lot of time thinking about it.”

“When you think of other kids in school, some of them you have labeled. When I say a label, I want you to tell me that kid’s name. There may be others but there is one at the top of the list.”

“Fat”

“Calvin”

“Bookworm”

“Emery”

“Slut”

“Janey”

“Muscular”

“Randy”

“Bully”

“Chuck”

“Do you think that these people know they’re labeled?”

“Yes. Most are called that by other people.”

“Do they care? I mean. I’m sure that if the tone is such that it’s delivered negatively they might not be flattered but if I said, ‘Emery is a smart kid. All that time in the books will help him go far in life,’ that he would care?”

“Not if it was put that way.”

“When people talk about Olivia, how do they label you?”

“I don’t know.”

“Would it be accurate to say, ‘Olivia, the girl in my math class?”

“Probably,” she said in a negative voice.

“The girl in my math class isn’t bad. It just means that you don’t stick out. Some people are born with inherited traits, like being prone to being fat, having acne, tall, short, beautiful or skinny. Some things can be done about that but there are other things in your control. How would you label me?”

There was a long pause before she said, “There are so many. But none are, in my math class. You are built like a Greek god. You are smart, dominant comes to mind after talking last night, very generous, caring, and confusing as hell.” She laughed at the last one.

“Being built can be partially blamed on my parents but you know that I work hard as well. That’s something in my control. I haven’t gotten less than an A in any class since starting high school. So I work hard at it like Emery. Some may say I’m dominant and I guess I am but I’m also honest with myself and know what I want. If I don’t get what I want, I don’t pout or cry. I accept it and move on. I do care and am happy to give but normally expect something in return.”

She was trying to understand my point. I said, “If you just go with the flow you are what is referred to as a sheep, just one of the flock wandering as part of the crowd. Follow the leader. She’s in my math class.

“If you want to be a sheep and you are truly as happy as you can be then you should be a sheep. If you want to be a slut, can you be a better slut than Janey? If you want to do well in school, can you learn more than Emery? If you want to be buff can you work out harder than Randy? I don’t try to be one thing, I just work hard at all the things that I enjoy or think will help my future. I’m not ashamed. I’m not proud but I’m very comfortable with who I am. I’m comfortable with the way I look. I’m comfortable with my body. I’m comfortable having sex.”

“But you didn’t...”

“I didn’t what? I didn’t make you take all your clothes off and let you choose? I didn’t rape you? I didn’t stand there and shame you into going faster? I wanted to wash your body and wash your hair. I wanted to dry you with a small towel and lots of kisses. I wanted to sit with you and admire your body as we talked. I don’t need a sheep that just follows me around.

“I either want a sub that will do whatever it takes to try to please me, like your mom, or I want Janey that knows what she wants and is willing to take control and get the sex she wants and needs to please her. If we’re going to both just go half way and never cross that line in the middle it will be like today, a big disconnect.”

The silence hung in the air but it was her time to decide what she wanted and time for her to think and be honest with herself as to what that was. She sat there for almost ten minutes before she spoke. “Nick, I don’t know what to say. I don’t want to be my mom. I don’t want to kneel at your feet. I also don’t want to be Janey and be a slut, sleeping with any guy that has a cock.”

“That’s fine. Knowing what you don’t want is almost as important as knowing what you do want. Do you want me to have sex with you?”

“I did when we first got here.”

“What did YOU do to make that happen?”

“I waited for you?”

“How many other rowers have you seen at the gym built for rowers?”

“Just the coach but it’s winter break.”

“It is, but the rest of the rowers do the workouts that the trainer gives us. I want to be a good rower so I also work on the areas that I know that I can improve. I’m just a freshman and should still be in high school. But I’ve been training since I was eight to be the best rower that I can be. I’m not in someone’s math class. I’m the best rower on the team. A team that’s hard to even be on.”

“So I should have thrown myself at you?”

“Olivia, you are thinking like a little girl. I was naked and showing you that I was ready to be naked with you or for you. What you did was to slow down. That showed reluctance, hesitation, a disinterest in me. If you want to be equals with someone, that’s a choice. It isn’t always the best one but it works with the right balance. They normally lead to a lot of arguing or a lot of apathy.”

“I’m not getting it. You’re saying that if I would have just sped up instead of playing hard to get, you would have me on the bed and be having sex?”

“If you want to just talk sex then yes. But it was more about why you acted the way you did. You say you don’t want to be your mom but yesterday you were happy or proud to show me your clean room, your pretty dress, your naked pussy and the wonderful food you prepared. Today you wanted me to beg you to see that same pussy. I don’t play those games.”

“You just take what you want?”

“I know what I want. I let you know what I wanted. If you want the same thing that’s great and we can both have a great time. If you want something different then the question is, is it worth my time?”

It was easy to see that she was getting frustrated. I said, “Let’s go get some lunch. Where would you like to go?”

“I don’t care.”

It was like something snapped in my brain. I stood and grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the chair. The towel fell from her body as I sat down on the coffee table and pulled her across my lap. The first smack hit her ass before she knew what was going on and nineteen more quickly followed.

“We talked about answering questions. Not being flippant. Being honest. You’re going to eat fucking, haggis for lunch since you don’t care what I feed you.” I wasn’t yelling or even talking nasty or harshly to her. The sting on her red ass let her know how I felt. I said, “I committed to this for a month and I’ll live up to my word or commitment but all you have to do is tap out and quit and you can go back to being head sheep in the big herd of teenagers out there.”

Looking down I saw her legs were spread as I heard her crying over my lap. My hand went between her legs and felt the wetness of her cunt. I started to rub her and she adjusted to give me even better access. She never said anything but her body spoke volumes.

“I’m going to fuck you now and all you have to say is red for me to stop and yellow if you want to stop and talk about it. Do you understand me?”

A small nod of her head let me know that she did as I stood and dropped her on the bed face down and then lifted her hips to put her on her knees as he lined up and filled her with my cock while grabbing hold of her hair. She was cumming almost instantly and was thrusting back after she had a minute to figure out what was going on. She grunted, moaned and screamed out her orgasms until I unloaded in her and then walked to the bathroom to clean up, leaving her breathing hard on the bed, naked with her ass in the air.